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of my thick sweater. I was becoming warmer by the second. I saw Mikey's smile in the mirror and it sent something through my stomach that was similar to the feeling of when I first saw him in that suit. The suit. It was in the bag at my feet now.
     
    “Oh, Mikey, I nearly forgot. Mr. Iglesias said you could keep the suit.”
     
    “Why do I need a suit?” His head was tilted up and he was shaving from his neck up towards his chin.
     
    “I don't know. Church?”
     
    He pulled a face at me and caught the skin near his throat with the razor.
     
    “Sorry,” I said. “I'm distracting you. I'll wait in your room.”
     
    He came through to his room after a little while. Surprisingly, it was reasonably neat and there were no weird smells around. There was music playing low from his system on the floor by the window and I had taken off my boots and sat up on his bed, flicking through his magazines, the way I always did.
     
    As Mikey always did, he came bounding in and jumped onto the bed next to me and sat very close. But this time, as he was in just a towel, I began squirming and trying to stop my breathing from seeming loud and exaggerated. I didn't know what was going on with me.
     
    “You interested in cars?” he asked me, looking at the page I'd opened the magazine to.
     
    “Er, not really, just looking at the pictures.”
    He leapt over me and his towel got loose.
     
    “I better put some clothes on. Turn away.” His voice was all casual.
     
    I turned to my left but didn't close my eyes. The mirror on the left wall reflected Mikey's body as he stood bending over the chest of drawers on the right side of the room. He opened a drawer, let the towel drop and pulled on a pair of gray pants. They looked designer but I doubted that they were. I did a double take when I saw his butt in the reflection. It occurred to me that Mikey did look good in jeans and with his naked body in the reflection in the mirror, I could see that the evidence was backing up the facts.
     
    I swallowed hard as Mikey went to the wardrobe in the corner and found a pair of dark jeans. He put them on and turned to me as he fastened them up.
     
    “Okay, I'm decent now.”
     
    He took out a shirt and slowly did up the buttons as I looked from beneath a bowed head and my eyelashes as his smooth chest got hidden away button by button.
     
    “What d'you want to do today?” he asked me.
     
    “Pardon me?” I was distracted.
     
    He came back and bounced back onto the bed beside me.
     
    “How about I take you to lunch?” he asked. “You can tell me all about the outcome of the party. Did the hotel staff believe that quiet, little Grace Danvers is engaged to marry a rich, restaurant owning, diamond giving stud in expensive suits?” He sang a few bars of the music for a suspense drama and we both started laughing.
     
    “The saddest thing,” I said through the tears of laughter, “is when I have to tell them that I broke it off with you.”
     
    “Now that's the thing they're never going to buy.”
     
    “And why not?” I asked him.
     
    “Because I'm a catch. If anything I should be the one breaking up with you .”
     
    “So let me get this straight.” I looked at him with the best, serious face I could. “You saying I ain't no catch?”
     
    “That's not what I'm saying. I'm just saying that I'm a better one.”
     
    I grabbed one of his pillows and started hitting him, he grabbed the other and all out combat ensued. We fell off the bed and he rolled on top of me and started tickling me.
     
    “No fair,” I shouted in between giggles, “I hate being tickled.”
     
    “Okay then,” he said and reached for a pillow to start hitting me again.  I saw a chance to escape but he grabbed for me and pinned my arms up while I was still on the floor. His lips were just inches from mine and his breath was warm on my face. I stopped laughing. He did too. We were silent and just stared at each other for what seemed like an